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When Sun rises, it rises for everyone but today a new Sun rises for me … Happy Bengali New Year 1417 !!
This little guy was very inquisitive on my visit to the graveyard last week. As he peered out of this bush this was my first shot of the night. It was underexposed in a dark corner but I think it really works for this shot! He gradually stepped out going back and forth getting braver and braver. What a cutie he is! I feel so honoured he trusted me enough to share his space. Wildlife photography is so rewarding when it pays off!
When witches go riding,
and black cats are seen,
the moon laughs and whispers,
‘tis near Halloween.
~Author Unknown
It's almost that time ;) We practised a little in last years costume today and she owed me some pics, as she refused to waer this last year halloween. We had some fun with this today though, which made up for it ;) Can;t wait for next week !
Cacha-Pregos
Ilha de Itaparica
Bahia
Brasil
" When Your Lover Has Gone
Vídeo:
Luciana Souza & Trio
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Nauz6JYWH0
What good is the scheming, the planning and dreaming
That comes with each new love affair
The dreams that we cherish, so often might perish
And leaves you with castles in air
When you're alone, who cares for starlit skies
When you're alone, the magic moonlight dies
At break of dawn, there is no sunrise
When your lover has gone
What lonely hours, the evening shadows bring
What lonely hours, with memories lingering
Like faded flowers, life can't mean anything
When your lover has gone"
www.vagalume.com.br/frank-sinatra/when-your-lover-has-gon...
" Cacha-Pregos é uma pequena vila de pescadores localizada no município de Vera Cruz, na Ilha de Itaparica, no estado da Bahia. A Praia esta localizada do outro lado da ilha de Itaparica em relação à cidade de Salvador. É possível chegar através de uma ponte (Ponte do Funil) que liga o município de Vera Cruz ao município de Jaguaripe no continente, ou tomando transporte marítimo a partir de Salvador e seguindo pela estrada a partir do terminal marítimo de Bom Despacho.
Cacha-Pregos tem três ruas principais. Uma que é beira-mar, outra central e outra que é próxima do mangue, também conhecida como Rua do Porto. A Rua do Porto está sempre cheia de pequenas embarcações ancoradas. Nela também fica localizada a famosa Praça do Pau-Mole. Um pequeno conjunto de mesas e assentos de cimento na qual os pescadores idosos e outros moradores reúnem-se para jogar cartas ou dominó. A rua próxima do mar dá para uma praia tranquila, quase sem ondas, pois localiza-se numa grande enseada. Em dias claros é possível avistar a ilha na qual situa-se Morro de São Paulo."
Disparada desde el polígono 1.
CON EL CAMPO.
Suena una amante de la Fotografía, tal y como queda acreditado, en el vídeo musical de Sarah Jarosz:
Saludos.
Check out this massive mural painted on the side of a new shipping container home in downtown Jacksonville.
When I first saw you I already knew
There was something inside of you
Something I thought that I would never find
Angel of Mine
My camera and I haven't been too close this last week or so. She wants to head out and hit the trails, and I have to keep denying the chance in favor of, well, those various reasons that always seem to get in the way of doing the things we want to do.
Instead, today, when I'm feeling every one of the years I've seen fly by, I decided to dig into the archives and find a moment when the only thing that mattered was the complete cessation of time. When the day kissed the night and everything stood still.
With CP 286 with CP 7023 leading slow rollin' up to Norma for UP CNAOK to clear the switches with UP 1943 bringing up the rear, it was inevitable the two units would meet somewhere in the Des Plaines area. Right in front of me however, I was not expecting. 286 kept moving through slowly, and when I thought it would block me out totally, CNAOK's rear DPU popped out of the brush.
When photographing 47580 at Liverpool Street almost 30 years ago, I would never have thought that it would survive to tell the tale of such a bizarre combination of locomotives, and over the Settle-Carlisle line! Having given up on trying to conceal the 'fire risk assurance' diesel, I finally bit the bullet and took a standard three-quarter view, in the knowledge that the likes of this may never be seen again - hopefully. The saving grace was the black exhaust from 61994 on the falling 1 in 100 gradient from Blea Moor tunnel and consequently few heads out of the windows, not to mention the benefit of full sun of course. The line of the tunnel can be seen by tracing the spoil/rock mounds dumped on the hillside during the tunnel's construction between 1870 and 1875.
'Brush Type 4/class 47' No.47580 'County of Essex' is piloted by Gresley 'K4' 2-6-0 No.61994 'The Great Marquess' between Blea Moor tunnel and Ribblehead, the return 'Fellsman' charter to Lancaster from Carlisle on Wednesday 24th July 2013. Hopefully this may see the end of the 'fire risk' diesel addition. The volume of rain that has fallen in Cumbria during the last 48 hours is a good start.
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My boy Cash. He's going on 8 years old now. Oh, how time flies...
I'm in the heart of my crazy summer work season, so if I'm not around much for the next 2-3 weeks, you'll know why. Not much flickr time with 25 stops a day! Hope you're all enjoying your summer... or winter depending on where you live. =)
When taking vacation shots, be sure to include the CN Tower, so people will see you really did visit Toronto...😆
Some might think you went to Seattle, though.
Estes Park, CO | Zen cairns by Henry | The Wake Up Festival | 2012 Aug 22-26 | canon 7d | 50mm 1.8 wf-ii
When a man loves a Wookie
Can't keep his mind on nothin' else
He'd trade the world
For the good thing he's found
If she is bad, he can't see it
She can do no wrong
And turn his back on his best friend
If he puts her down
When a man loves a Wookie
Spend his very last dime
And trying to hold on to what he needs
He'd give up all his comforts
And sleep out in the rain
If she said that's the way, it ought to be
When a man loves a Wookie
I give you everything I've got
Trying to hold on to your precious love
And baby baby please don't treat me bad
When a man loves a Wookie
Deep down in his soul
She can bring him such misery
If she is playing him for a fool
He's the last one to know
Loving eyes can never see
Yes when a man loves a Wookie
I know exactly how he feels
'Cause baby, baby
When a man loves a Wookie
When a man loves a Wookie
When a man loves a Wookie
When a man, when a man
When a man loves a Wookie
View Large On Black Because It Looks Better Than It Sounds
Powerful stuff there from Michael Bolton.... *cough*
*gag*
When you're special to a cat, you're special indeed...she brings to you the gift of her preference of you, the sight of you, the sound of your voice, the touch of your hand.
-Lester B. Pearson
When i was young we had the most beautiful magnolia tree in our back yard, me and my brother Ryan used to climb it all the time. Whenever i see magnolia it reminds me of that beautiful tree.
I had a little difficulty taking this shot because at the time I had my 400 mm lens on the camera for bird photography when this cute Richardson's Ground Squirrel spotted me. Of all my luck he kept coming closer and closer, too close for my lens. He was so tame and cute he tried to get into my camera bag.
When it's particularly hot - as it has been for a few days now - Willie finds himself the coolest spots!
When is the last time I posted one of these? Forever and a day! This is the former Enron now the Chevron complex in Downtown Houston.
Sometimes, when you've spent years on an island on the very farthest edge of the world, all you want to do is take a little time to stare out onto the endless sea beyond. You just need to let it overwhelm your senses and spend a little time taking in the vastness of the whole experience, and not let it just fade into the background of daily routine. Other times, all you want is to hear someone speaking a language which, even if it's not your own, is at least something recognizable from all the things that you grew up with. The Taiwan International Hot Air Ballon Festival gave me both of these in one amazing experience, and I can't wait to go back!
Shot at the Taiwan International Hot Air Balloon Festival (台灣國際熱氣球嘉年華) on the east coast of Taiwan.
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Cotton is a soft, fluffy staple fibre that grows in a boll, or protective case, around the seeds of the cotton plants of the genus Gossypium in the mallow family Malvaceae.
The fibre is almost pure cellulose. Under natural conditions, the cotton bolls will increase the dispersal of the seeds.
Within 80–100 days after planting, the plant develops white blossoms, which change to a reddish colour.
The fertilised blossoms fall off after a few days and are replaced by small green triangular pods, called bolls, that mature after a period of 55–80 days.
During this period the seeds and their attached hairs develop within the boll, which increases considerably in size.
The seed hair, or cotton fibre, reaching a maximum length of about 6 cm (2.5 inches) in long-fibre varieties, is known as lint.
When ripe, the boll bursts into a white, fluffy ball...
Have a great day and thank you for your visit, so very much appreciated, Magda, (*_*)
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When I was a child, I always dreamt of being an adult. Being an older person meant having to make decisions for yourself, creating one’s own private path, so to say. I wanted to be taller, to grow hair on the angles of my baby face, to be able to drink alcohol and light a cigarette without hiding from the elders of my life.
And now that I am? Now that I have experienced grown up things? Hmm.. Lord only knows how much a lot of us want to be brought back to a certain point in our younger lives and never, ever grow old.
But hey, with age comes experience, and with experience comes with wisdom right? So who am I to complain… it’s just that sometimes, It’s really hard to get un-tangled ☺ Have a great Sunday everyone ☺
Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive.
When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again.
When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.
(Antoine de Saint Exupéry)
Not much to add to this, except maybe, why Saint Exupéry TODAY (tonight) and here!?!
EVERYBODY must know the book LE PETIT PRINCE... if you don't; let me know and I'll organise the library bus to bring you a copy!!!
I have read and re-read this little booklet in German, French, English and most likely even in Italian - it's easy to understand and it contains 'stuff' to re-think for ages.... it's subtly bringing facts of life to the point and it is so lovingly written that you can't hold anything against the writer - even if you sometimes might want to! It is - in short - probably the most lovable book anybody can find.
After having bought copies of a very beautiful CD, read by Will Quadflieg (in German) for my nearly blind mother, my little sister and the children of my bros-in-law, I got a copy of my gift sent back to me by little sis..... and after a very long time I have inserted it in the car CD player, where I listen to it on my way to .... somewhere! It made me aware once again how absolutely wonderful this aviator and writer is expressing himself in his work.
These four-leaf-clovers are my latest pride and joy. The make lovely red flowers and if you care to stroll down in the comments, you'll find more close-up shots of those little darlings. I wish all of you who still live through Thursday, A HAPPY GORGEOUS GREEN THURSDAY and to the rest of us a BEAUTIFUL GREEN FRIDAY!
For the shutter sisters: Hello..... (sunshine, morning, night, happiness, smiles!)
Good night, little princesses, little princes - sleep tight!
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